Poem: LOL x
I wrote a poem last week, my first one in... maybe seven years? Well, the first one I've completed, anyway. I'm not a big poetry fan, to be honest. There's very few poets I like, even fewer poems that really impress me. But occasionally one likes to pour out of me, so...
I wore a yellow dress
The night we broke apart
Like a frail glass child (unwrapped)
The pieces biting for months
Into years
Into days and nights spent missing you
Between the paper pushing
And the nights passed drinking my way
To laughter and hope of a fix
I think about your hand on my hip
And fucking
Over sofa arms and rumpled sheets (and brick walls)
I miss all the moaning
To the gay best friend and the girlfriends
About how we only did it once last night
Joking that this was the end of us (it was)
For real
Because we came too close this time
I took a swan dive for you
The ugly duckling on your doorstep waiting
Feathers white and bright and gleaming
Because you loved me like that
So proud
And wet (and drowning)
The mismatched underwear on the floor
Neon green bra and silky briefs
The torn panties in my draw (still)
After all this time I should really think about
Forgetting you
And you should know, I will, I will
The messages I never should have sent
Read like poems after vodka two and three (and four)
And in the morning, for all the shame there is
I may as well have spread my legs
Laid back
And said out loud, I give in
One day I won't even realise that I've forgotten
And the mobile number I can sing in my sleep
The Facebook account I made myself delete
Won't mean anything anymore
To me
And all that will be left of us is this
(And my chest won't hurt when I see you again)
I wore a yellow dress
The night we broke apart
Like a frail glass child (unwrapped)
The pieces biting for months
Into years
Into days and nights spent missing you
Between the paper pushing
And the nights passed drinking my way
To laughter and hope of a fix
I think about your hand on my hip
And fucking
Over sofa arms and rumpled sheets (and brick walls)
I miss all the moaning
To the gay best friend and the girlfriends
About how we only did it once last night
Joking that this was the end of us (it was)
For real
Because we came too close this time
I took a swan dive for you
The ugly duckling on your doorstep waiting
Feathers white and bright and gleaming
Because you loved me like that
So proud
And wet (and drowning)
The mismatched underwear on the floor
Neon green bra and silky briefs
The torn panties in my draw (still)
After all this time I should really think about
Forgetting you
And you should know, I will, I will
The messages I never should have sent
Read like poems after vodka two and three (and four)
And in the morning, for all the shame there is
I may as well have spread my legs
Laid back
And said out loud, I give in
One day I won't even realise that I've forgotten
And the mobile number I can sing in my sleep
The Facebook account I made myself delete
Won't mean anything anymore
To me
And all that will be left of us is this
(And my chest won't hurt when I see you again)